The Last Letters

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Michaels pov

My name is Michael Wheeler and I am 15 years old. I am a prince who will soon become the next king. I do not wish to say that I am a prince. It was my duty since birth. I have never accepted this title of 'prince' but it is not as if I have a choice.

My parents, king and queen, Theodore and Karen, are going to let me go to a village in the morning to let the towns peoples "know" me. Though that is very unlikely that they would actually appreciate my presence. Some might, but most will likely not.

The king and queen both act as they hate me. I would not be surprised. They tell me I am "too picky" on my queen. I very much disagree. I have just not found any attraction to the young women they have brought here.

I wish to pack my own bags but I already know the answer. "You are not to pack your own bags and you will not ever ask for that filthy wish of yours again."

I follow my chauffeur to the carriage, neatly getting in. I am having my butler, Scott Clarke, stay with me on this day. I always have him with me. He had been with me since I was a small child. He had raised me, unlike what my parents claim.

It is quite a short carriage ride to the local village. When we get there, people make way for me. I do not appreciate it but it is not as though I can do anything. Many people are just standing there to make a pathway, but all of them seemed to be in a rush. I decide that I must do something.

"You are in no need of standing there for me. You can carry on with what you were doing before." I spoke, trying not to sound as awkward as I could. Right after I spoke, people scrambled to get to where they needed. I did not know where I was supposed to be going. I just decided that I would walk around town. I very well know that people give me death stares while I walk down the walkways.

While walking, I see a pathway. There are overgrown tree branches and vines hanging down. I doubt that anybody lives down there, as I do not see a house. I walk down the overgrown pathway, finding a beautiful hill. This was definitely one of the most beautiful sights of the whole town.

I do believe that other parts of the town have their own beauty but most of that isn't shown well by the actions of the people that live here.

I lay down on one of the few trees in the middle of the hill, taking in the scent of my surroundings. But a few minutes later, the scent changes, adding the smell of coals, firewood, and stale bread, along with the strong smell of blood. There also is a shade blocking the sun from my face. I open my eyes to see a gorgeous person in front of me. With his beautiful hazel coloured hair and his mesmerizing green eyes.

A few seconds later, I realized that I was staring. I quickly stand up from the spot on the grass, wiping my clothing off.

"I am so very sorry. I will leave right away. I did not really think that this was a specific persons." I said, partly nervous.

He just looked at me with a blank stare, before chuckling the smallest bit. It was absolutely amazing.

"It is ok. You do not have to apologize or even leave for that matter. You are welcome to stay for lunch if you want. Or if that is ok with you." He says.

I smile. "I will only stay if you are alright with it. There is no pressure to let me here."

He smiles brightly. Probably the brightest smile that I have seen since Holly was a younger child.

"Of course, prince. Prince Michael Right?" He questioned. My smile drops a bit but I just grab my bag from the ground.

"Yes. What is your name?" I ask, wondering what name could fit this beautiful human.

"Uh... it's William." He said, a bit weirded out. Probably by the fact that me, a prince, would want to know his name.

"You can follow me down to my place. It is just down the hill and to the left." He said.

We go down the hill and to his house. It looks like a miserable place. He opens his door, politely letting me in before him. I walk in, looking around at the small building. It is nice and cozy, but it does not feel right.

"Mother, I am back. And I brought someone." William said.

Just then, a very pretty lady comes out of a smaller room from further in the house.

"Oh welcome back! And I see you brought the prince with you..." she spoke. She does not seem to be very fond of me.

"This seems like a very cozy place ma'am. Very pretty here." I smile warmly at her. She smiles back, seeming surprised. Am I that different? I guess I am.

"Well, you are very welcome to stay here for lunch. But next time please warn me so I will have time to make more food." She reminds him.

"Oh it's ok. I am not very hungry right now. But you enjoy the food." I said. She nods her head in understanding.

I smile at them again, starting to turn around. But suddenly, I feel a hand holding my arm to stop me from moving.

"Uhm... you know you do not have to leave right? You can still stay if you want. But you do not have to of course. It is your choice. Definitely not mine." He starts to ramble. I just smile.

"I will stay. I do not really know what I am supposed to do today." I say, still smiling.

He smiles back and nods. We walk over to the small table that they have in the middle of their kitchen. William and I sit down as his mother came back with two bowls of a soup.

"So, how was your day prince?" The lady asks.

"It was fine. How about yours?"

"It was nice. Very pretty out today. Right William?" She says. William chokes on his soup. Accidentally spitting it on me.

"Oh my heavens! I am so sorry!" He says running to get a rag. He comes up to me and starts rubbing the soup that was on my jacket.

"I must apologize, prince Michael. I will not do it again." He says, looking terribly upset.

"It is ok. I will not take it to heart." I smile warmly.

"Oh yes I forgot to tell you my name. I am Joyce." The lady says. I look up at her.

"That's a very pretty name."

"Thank you."

I hear the door open as footsteps arrive, growing louder and louder.

A raspy voice started to shout out, "Joyce! Where is William? He needs to g-" A thin man stomped into the room, stopping in his tracks as he saw me."Why hello, prince. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Hello sir." I said. He looked at me strangely.

He stepped closer to me before he spoke again, "Do you have any business with my family?" he whispered, the strong stench of alcohol lurking on his tounge. How could he get alcohol? I wondered. That is too expensive for the townsfolk.

"I am Just here to talk to your wonderful family. Now I hope this isn't a problem, is it sir?" I questioned him.

"No, I was just wondering. Now I don't want you to waste your time on my family, so you may get back to your duties when you like." He explained, a hint of hatred in his voice.

"Oh but sir, I chose to be here. This isn't wasting my time. Though I'm afraid I must leave soon." I stood up and faced William and Joyce."Goodbye, and I hope to see you both again in the future." I turned around and left.

As I walked out to the woods, I heard some foot steps in the grass running toward the house. I decided, to ignore it before I heard some yelling. I wanted to check on William and Joyce, but I decided against it as it is not apart of my business. I continued my walk back to the carriage as Scott noticed me.

"Hello Prince Michael. How was your rest?" He asked, walking over to my side.

"It was fine. Now I suppose we must get going, shall we?" I spoke, walking to the carriage. It would be a dreadful ride back.